Several months ago I made numerous concessions to trailer life that I took on willingly and, I’ll admit, with a bit of rebellious pride. Not quite Thoreau, but I fancied myself an independant sort getting closer to his elemental self – minus the pond. It is easier to imaging oneself a minimalist if one does away with TV, books, his music collection, the newspaper, running water, etc. – but is it really simplifying if all those things are now stored in “the cloud” (well, except the toilet) and accessed through my Chromebook? In truth, I really haven’t grown any less dependant upon these modern distractions. All I have done is added the vagaries of an unreliable Internet connection.
When I first moved into Sparta last summer, I lacked a heater, cooking facilities, a coffee-maker, hot water, a toilet and several other conveniences. With the passage of time (and the addition of a girlfriend), I have acquired all of those things plus a curling iron. This proliferation of cords has created a morning routine that defies any notion of simplification. Upon awakening, I must identify, while fumbling in the dark, cords for the coffee maker, teapot and space heater. I then plug in the first two and unplug the latter – lest I blow the breaker – having first unplugged those things that I do not need. You see, next to the bed I have about eight electrical devices and only four plug-ins on the power strip. These cords are like puppies scrambling for a teat and there simply aren’t enough to go around. The process of assigning current usually makes enough noise to disturb a slumbering Cristina, adding to my distress.
So you get the idea and I didn’t even mention nearly tipping over our urine-filled porta-potty the other night – a mishap with obviously dire consequences. You are probably now asking what any of this has to do with trailer restoration. I will now tell you. It has provided me greater motivation to get my ass in gear.
Once upon I time I figured I would lovingly treat every single 4 X 8′ birch panel the same – sand, condition, stain, poly, sand, poly. Well, after about 20 of these and ten more to go I realized that was quite unecessary for those pieces that were going to be covered in the end with cabinets, appliances, closets, etc.. I also concluded that those final panels could be a cheaper, inferior grade of plywood. This epiphany saved me time and money – nice work, Copernicus. So in the past few days I quickly installed 7 plain sheets of inferior birch ply. I only sprayed the back of each with Thompson’s Water seal (I concluded this might arrest future water intrusion). Here are the results: